I seem to be gravitating toward photo compositions that use a lot of negative space. (Although not always, of course). There’s no real reason, I just am finding it appealing.
A couple of the church steeples were shot in light fog in the morning.
The houses across the street behind me were lit, so they reflected in the glass doors.
From our walk this morning, this reminds me of all the time I spent visiting relatives in WV when I was a kid. Lots of houses there built right on the railroad tracks.
Saturday evening bluegrass at the Salem farmers market.
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